Heh he...

Meanie 'tis me name, don't wear it out!

Mwhahaha, my evil little trick!

'Password?'
Secret stared at the Gargoyle that blocked the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
'I'm a first year! How in the name of merlin's beard am I mean to know?' she asked.
'No password, no entry.'
'Oh for the love of Flying Saucers...'
'Correct.'
It leapt out the way.
'What that was it?' asked Secret, amazed.
She went up the spiral staircase, and knocked on the grand wooden doors.
'Enter.'
She pushed them open.
'Ahhh Secret! And, oh, a mini me!'
Secret looked on her shoulder, to look at the Miniature Dumbledore that stood there, in pale blue robes. She held her hand up and it walked onto her palm. She sat down behind Dumbledore's desk, and let the mim him walk onto it.
"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" it said in a squeaky voice.
Dumbledore laughed at it.
'Oh my. Well, we better get down to business. Now, let us see what you can do.'

After showing her skills, Secret glanced at the clock, and was shocked to see that she had missed the whole of the days lessons, and it was three quarters of the way through last period.
'Very well done Secret. Your father would be proud.' said Dumbledore leaning back.
'Which one?' she mumbled.
'Both. Secret, Professor Snape only did what he did because he cared for you. I admit posing as your biological father was a, tad, off, but he did it out of love.' said Dumbledore.
She sighed.
'I was out of order as well.' she muttered.
'You acted reasonably. You had just found out the man whom you loved was not who he had told you he was for all your life. It was perfectly normal for your reaction.'
Dumbledore leaned forward.
'I suggest, maybe going to see him? I know you have missed him as much as he has missed you.' he suggested.
'Yeah, I'll go do that. Thank you sir.'
'Anytime Secret.'
She ran down the staircase and sprinted to her father's office as the bell rang over her head. She raced there, and leaned against the wall, panting. He came sweeping round the corner a few moment slater, and stopped as he saw her.
'What do you want Miss-'
'Please sir. Don't use that last name. I just wanted one thing.' Secret cut him off.
Snape raised an eyebrow and walked over so he was right in front of her.
'And what might that be?' he asked.
She did not answer vocally, but merely threw her arms round his waist, hugging tight, burying her head in his chest. Snape blinked, then hugged her back, holding tight.
'I'm sorry Daddy.' she whispered.
'No, I'm the one who should be apologising.' he murmured. 'I should of told you right from the start that I wasn't your father.'
She smiled.
'Have you heard about my transfiguration lessons?' she asked, looking up at him.
'Yes.' he said, brushing her red hair out her eyes. 'I am very proud of you.'

Later that week, a notice was pinned up, that made Secret groan. Flying lessons.
'Brilliant, a chance to make a fool out of myself on a broom.' she said darkly on the day.
'Oh come on, you never know.' said Fred.
She sighed, then walked down to the pitch, and saw Harry.
'Time to make idiots out ourselves.' he said.
'Bingo.'
The went in and stood by a broom.
'Now! I want you to put your hand over your broom and say UP.'
'UP!' Secret said.
Her broom flew straight to her hand. She was amazed.
'Now, mount your brooms, Mr Malfoy your grip is wrong, and on my whistle, push up off the ground. 1, 2...'
But Neville, being jumpy, pushed off before. He got higher and higher, until he slipped off his broom and fell several feet, as his broom lazily began to drift off toward the forbidden forest.
'It's a broken wrist. All of you! Keep your feet firmly on the ground or you'll be expelled faster than you can say Quidditch.' said Madam Hooch.
'Ha! Did you see his face, the great lump?' laughed Malfoy, as soon as they were out of earshot.
'Shut it Draco.' snapped Secret.
'Look!' said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. 'It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him!'
The Remembrall glinted in the sun.
'Give that here Malfoy.' said Harry.
'Think I'll leave if somewhere for Longbottom to collect - how about - up a tree?'
Secret made a grab, but he was on his broom and up in a flash. Harry leapt on his and followed. Secret, glancing round, grabbed a large sturdy stick and jumped on her broom, flying into the air. She felt all her worries flying away. She spotted the two, facing each other. Fidgeting round in her pockets, she found an apple. Throwing it up in the air, she whacked it with the stick and it flew towards Malfoy, hitting him squarely on the back of the head, causing him to drop the Remembrall. Harry dived, followed by Secret and he caught it, and they both landed safely on the grass.
'MR POTTER AND MISS-'
'SNAPE!' finished Secret.
McGonagall was striding towards them.
'With me you two.'
The followed her into the castle and she stopped outside's Quirrill's class.
'Might I borrow Wood?'
Wood? Was that a cane?
But it was a fifth year. They followed her, Wood looking at the two oddly. She swept into an classroom which was empty except for Peeves writing rude words on the blackboard.
'Out Peeves!' barked McGonagall.
Peeves swooped out, cursing loudly. McGonagall shut the door, and turned to the three.
'Wood, I've found you a new Seeker and your third beater!

I wanted to see who her Dad was! PAMS!!!!!!

Oh thanks for updating! Oooh, Secrets a beater? :3

Great!
You're still not telling us who here dad is?! Meanie!
Yay, Secret is on the team!! (well, kinda, you said 3rd beater so I assume she's a backup)
-Rachel

Oh so sneaking not revealing the secret of her father (no pun intended )
Great work!
PAMS
~Sam~

I want to know Secret's secret dad!!! *pouts*
And yayy, she's on the team

PAMS PAMS PAMS

~Noopur

Yesum, she is!

Haha, not yet!

No, no she's on the team. Slight twist, there is three beaters on every team.



Haha, you'll have to just wait!

'You're a beater?' asked Fred that lunch.
'Ye.' said Secret, mashing butter into her potato.
'Congrats Secret. We're the other two.' said George sitting the other side of her.
'Cheers.' she said.
'So, training is this Saturday. You wanna meet us in the common room?' asked Fred.
'Yeah, we can walk you down. Fred would like that.' said George slyly.
Fred at this point choked on his baked beans, turning scarlet. Secret stared at him, eyebrows raised.
'Anapneo.' said said calmly, pointing her wand at his throat.
'I though you could do wand-less and non-verbal magic.' asked George, as Fred gasped for air, his eyes watering.
'I can. But, Dadd- Father says that I have to try and learn incantations and wand movements.' said Secret quickly.
'Y'know, we really don't mind you calling him that.' said Fred, finally regaining usage of his airways.
She smiled.

'Look Secret, that's not how the book says you do it!' said Hermione shrilly.
'Look, I was doing this potion at four years old, I think I know how to make it.' retorted Secret.
'But i remember that the book says...'
'I don't give a Flying Saucer what you think the book says!'
'Miss Granger, Miss Snape, what are you two arguing about?'
The two girls glared at each other.
'We are trying to decide how you make a forgetfulness potion.' said Secret with a voice of forced calm. 'Hermione thinks you add 2 measures of the standard ingredient to the motar, crush that, then add the berries and crush, while I know that you add the standard ingredient and the berries and then crush them together.'
'No, you crush the standard ingredient, then add the berries and crush!'
Somehow, the two had been paired in class, to make a forgetfulness potion from memory. Secret knew she was right, she had made this potion at four. Hermione however, refused to believe otherwise, insisting she was correct.
'Miss Granger, I hate to burst your little bubble, but Miss Snape is indeed correct.' said Snape, before sweeping off.
'He's only saying that because you're his daughter.' hissed Hermione.
'No, he's saying that because I'm correct!'
'Oh Secret, do stop acting like a know-it-all!'
'Oh looks who's talking! You're the biggest Little-Miss-Know-It-All I have ever met!'
'FLIPENDO!'
Hermione screamed the word out and Secret went flying backwards off her stool, caught unaware. The whole class had gone silent and was looking at the two. Snape's face was one of fury. Secret however, got up, sat back on her stool, looked at Hermione and simply said
'You crush the berries and the standard ingredient together at the same time.'

Sorry it's so short!

Fred & George!! I love them!!

Hermione and Secret arguing!!!! Then Hermione actually hexed her!
This made me crack up!!!

PAMS PAMS PAMS

~Noopur

This is a really good story! I love it!!
Who are the parents so curious!!!

Haha. don't we all!

Snape learnt a very valuable lesson there! Never ever pair Hermione and Secret together!

This made me crack up!!![/QUOTE]
Haha, glad it did!

You and everyone else it seems! I'm having good fun keeping you lot on edge!

'Secret! SECRET!'
'What is 'mione?' asked Secret, removing her headphone, cross because Hermione had made her pause her music.
'He may be your father, but somehow I don't think Snape will accept the lyrics to -' Hermione peered at her parchment '- Living On A Prayer.'
Secret looked down at her homework and saw she had been indeed writing the lyrics down subconsciously. Cursing under her breath, she waved her wand and the ink siphoned off and back into her ink bottle.
'Dam you Bon Jovi, for making such awesome music.' she thought.
'Could of been worse.' she said with a grin. 'Might of been "Perfect Weapon" eh? That would of been a laugh to hand in.'
'I'm not sure Snape has ever heard of the Black Veil Brides.' said Harry, rolling his eyes.
'Should of, the amount of times I blast it out my speakers. He calls it rubbish muggle music.'
She picked her quill up again and stared to finish her essay.

Soon, Hallowe'en was upon them. She was sitting at the table with Fred and George, when Quirrell ran in.
'Troll! In the Dungeons!' he yelled.
The whole hall went silent.
'Thought you ought to know.'
He crumpled to the floor. The hall erupted into screams and yells.
'SECRET!'
Fred had grabbed the first-year, holding her close to him.
'Oi, Fred! C'mon!'
George grabbed his twin and the three ran out the hall, heading to the dormitory.
'Hermione!'
Secret broke away and ran towards the girls bathrooms, Fred and George yelling after her. She ducked into the room and grabbed Hermione. But then a large thing slouched slowly in, suffocating the two in it's foul oder. Both screamed so loud Secret though the windows would smash. It was a this point Secret, fumbling for her wand, grabbed it and pointed it at the troll. It bogeys grew and sprouted wings, and started to attack the troll. Harry and Ron burst in, and after a wand up the nose and a flying club, it lay on the floor, bogeys round it.
'Holy Flying Saucers.' said Secret.
'Is it - dead?" asked Hermione.
'No just knocked out, I think.' said Harry.
He pulled his wand from the troll's nose.
'Ugh, troll boogies.'
He wiped it on the trolls trousers. Secret was still shaking slightly. A loud crash made them look up as McGonagall burst in, followed by Snape, with Quirrell brining up the rear. The latter took one look at the troll, and whimpered, sitting down on a toilet.
'Secret Snape!'
Snape had run forward and was inspecting Secret for any injuries.
'Daddy, I'm fine!' she protested.
'What were you three thinking!' barked McGonagall.
There was silence. Then a small voice came out the shadows.
'Please Professor, they were looking for me.'
'Miss Granger!'
Hermione stepped forward.
'I - I had gone looking for it, because I thought I could tackle it. If they hadn't found me I'd be dead by now. Secret cast the Bat Bogey Hex on it, Harry stuck his wands up it's nose and Ron knocked it out with it's own club. They didn't have time to fetch anyone. It was about to finnish me of when they arrived.'
Secret's jaw almost dropped. Hermione, tell a downright lie to a teacher? It was as if Snape had started handing out sweets.
'Well then... Miss Granger, how could you be so foolish? Five points form Gryffindor. Now, back to your common room, students are finishing the feast there.'
Hermione scampered and McGonagall turned to them.
'Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could of taken on a full grown mountain troll. You all get five points and Professor Dumbledore will be informed. Go.'
They left and headed back up.

There are somethings you can't share and not end up being friends and knocking out a five foot mountain troll in one of them.

Any quotes you recognise belong to JKR

Great post!
Agggh! I can't believe I didn't post for the last one... I promise I read it and I just must not have posted. Whoops
Ok, third beater makes sense now
Great job! Even miss know-it-all and Daddy's precious can be friends. Yay!
-Rachel

yes shes one of them
I like how you added her!

Yesum, they can!

Thanks!

Soon, the time flew by, and December was upon them. One morning, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in a foot of snow.
‘So, we still have snow left,’ said Fred that evening, after snowball fights had reigned supreme that day. ‘What we gonna do with it?’
‘Snowballs, on the back of someone’s head?’ suggested Secret.
‘Quirrell?’
After a few moments, the guys hid round a corner, three spherical objects of snow beside them.
‘Here he comes. You sure you know the spell?’ asked Fred quietly.
‘Positive.’
Secret muttered under her breath, and the snowballs lifted into the air. As Quirrell passed, they flew out and began to bounce off the back of his turban.
‘Oww, Oww!’ he shouted, running off down the corridor, the snowballs following.
The three burst into laughter.
‘Aha!’ screeched Filch, coming round the corner, no doubt attracted by the laughter. ‘I’ve got you now!’
‘Ah flying saucers.’ muttered Secret.
Soon the three were hauled up in front of McGonagall, trying not to laugh.
‘You two!’ she said, nostrils flaring. ‘I should have known! But now you’re leading Miss Snape astray...’
‘Professor, please, it was my idea! They just went along.’ interrupted Secret.
McGonagall looked at the young, flame haired girl. Then, she almost gave a small smile.
‘Oh, off with you all now. I expect you back here tomorrow to write a letter of apology at 6 ‘o’ clock.’ she said, waving them away.
The three left snappishly.
‘All that for bewitching a few snowballs?’ asked Fred.
‘Could have been worse, she could have told...’ began Secret.
‘Him?’ finished George.
Snape was sweeping towards them.
‘Yes.’
He swept past them without a word, and Secret breathed out. Then a hand rested on her shoulder.
‘Miss Snape.’
‘Awww, flying saucers. See you later guys.’ said Secret.
She followed her father down to the dungeons. Opening the door, she went in.
‘Now...’
‘Yes, I bewitched the snowballs.’ interrupted Secret.
He gave a smile.
‘Well, that’s that sorted. That and I would like you in my lessons to work on your own potion. There is no reason for you to be making potions that you have been doing since you were four.’
Secret grinned.
‘That is all.’
She left and was instantly faced with Malfoy.
‘Well, it’s our little potion prodigy.’ he drawled.
‘What do you want Draco?’ she snapped.
‘Look here girl, in this school; I’m Snape’s favourite student, not you. I’m the potions expert.’ he said.
‘Why, because your daddy’s a governor?’ she retorted.
‘Yes. Not because my father’s a teacher.’ he said, whipping his wand out.
Secret didn’t even have time to react. He hit her with a spell that made her fly backwards, crashing into Snape’s door.
‘Where’s daddy to save you now?’ he taunted.
‘SHUT UP! DON’T YOU DARE MOCK MY DADDY!’ Secret screamed.
He laughed, firing the same jet of light over and over again, making her cry out in pain, one hitting her nose, making it bleed.
‘MR MALFOY!’
Secret looked up. Standing there was her father, the look on his face the most furious and angry one she had even seen in her life.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he roared.
‘I-I-I’m sorry sir!’
‘That doesn’t cover it! 30 points from Slyhterin, yes, my own house, and both Professor Dumbledore and your father will hear about this! No get out of my sight!’
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle almost ran away. Snape helped Secret up and lead her inside his office. Once inside, he set to work fixing her nose.
‘I heard it all.’ he said gently.
‘I-I don’t know what I did. Where would he learn stuff like that?’ she whispered, trying not to cry.
Snape didn’t reply, but merely sat on his chair, pulled her onto his lap, and hugged her tight. She sobbed into his chest, as he stroked her hair, soothing her.
‘I’m scared daddy.’ she whispered.
‘I’m not surprised.’ he muttered.
She looked up at him.
‘I don’t want you going back to the common room tonight.’ he said. ‘Malfoy could be waiting anywhere, at any moment to get you back.’
He knew he was being overprotective, but he didn’t want her to get hurt again. He knew he couldn’t protect her from the world forever, but for now he could, and he would.

Sorry if it's short, I'm doing this secretly at school! Any quotes recognised blong to JKR

Great post!
Hmmmm... snowballs... good idea
To answer Secret's question: He probly learned them due to the fact his father is a death eater... that'd make sense
Good thing Daddy is being overprotective... and I'm sure she doesn't mind too much (not for another couple of years anyway )
-Rachel

Aww loved the father and daughter moment!
yes ^ I agree with that anwser!

Thanks!

yes, very good idea

Yesum, but Secret is a rather naive girl. She's not aware of that... yet

nope, not for a couple of years yet!

Glad to hear it!

Okay!

Next day, Snape escorted her to breakfast.
'Secret!'
Fred and George rushed over to her.
'I want you two to keep an eye on her.' said Snape.
'Why?' asked Fred, suspiciously.
Snape explained what had happened. Fred and George looked furious.
'That absolute twit!' said George as soon as Snape had gone.
Fred said something similar, but a lot more detailed. Secret gave a small grin.

Next morning, what made Secret look up was the hoot that came her way. What made her gasp was the long, thin package that was heading in her direction, carried by Zelta and Midnight, her father's owl. They dropped it on the table, and Secret ripped the packaging open with the twins.
'Oh my god.' said George.
A Nimbus 2000 sat there. Secret gently ran her hand along the smooth handle, the polished wood shining in the light.
'But... but...' stammered Secret.
She glanced at her father, who gave a small smile.

Soon the holidays were thrust upon them. One certain morning, Secret awoke to a small pile of presents. It was a small pile, but like an excited six-year-old girl, she yanked her jeans and a t-shirt on, grabbed the pile and ran to the boy’s dormitory.
'Secret!' yelped Ron.
'It's Christmas!' she cried, sitting on the end of Harry's bed.
'Oh, I know what that is.' said Ron, pointing to a lumpy package.
Secret opened it to find a blue knitted jumper with a yellow 'S' on the front. She pulled it on over her top. It was quite big, and it fell over the waistband of her jeans. She grinned, trying the fudge, which was very nice.
Her other presents included a silver snake bracelet from Lucius and Narcissa, a glass orb contained in a metal cadge, with almost a miniature galaxy in it from her father, and some Flying Saucers from Hermione. The last item was a small box. She opened it and found a set of small, ruby earrings. She read the tag and gave a yelp, dropping the box like it was a piece of hot coal.
‘Secret! What is it?’ asked Ron.
Secret pointed to the tag, and he snatched the box up. He read the tag and his face paled. Harry read it and he turned white.
‘McGonagall, now.’ He said.
They left the dorm and headed to her office. Secret raised a small fist, and knocked on the heavy oak door. She opened it almost immediately.
‘Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, Miss Snape. What on earth is the matter?’
Secret simply handed the item over. McGonagall’s face almost drained of colour.
‘I will have Professor Snape inspect this.’
She beckoned them in, and walked over to her fireplace. Grabbing a handful of Floo Powder, she threw it into the fireplace, and shouted ‘Severus! I need your assistance!’
Secret stared. Where there had once been green flames, now stood her protector. Snape came out.
‘Minerva, what is –‘
He stopped when he saw Secret.
‘Secret!’
‘She received this, this morning.’ Said McGonagall.
‘Who from?’ asked Snape, taking the earrings.
‘Her father.’
Snape froze. He set the on a cabinet, and levitated them into the air with his wand. Secret was shaking.
‘I cannot detect any harmful jinx of curse on these. However, they do look extremely familiar.’
Secret placed them in her ears, and Snape stared at her. McGonagall covered her mouth.
‘Oh my word. Your mother’s earrings.’

Great post!
Fred and George being protective. Awww!
Nice broom!
Love her presents... sounds like she got some Weasely gifts The gift from her dad (well, Snape) sounds soooo cool!
Ok, what the heck happened?! What's on the note?! And WHO IN THE WORLD is her father?!?!?
On a slightly side note.... her mother's earrings sound pretty
Who's her mother?!?
-Rachel

Wow!? Aww Fred and George are so sweet, you could say they are acting like brothers to Secret! Her father sent it? Mother's earrings? Ooooo, now you left us with two mysteries, Mother and Father, I wonder who...

Oh now I really need to know who her parents are!! It is no longer a want, but a necessity haha
Can't wait for more
PAMS!!
~Sam~

Pams. Now. <3

Hehe, not telling you yet!

Okay, okay!

Thanks!

Yesum Fred particularly

Well, how else is she meant to be a awesome beater?

Yes, it is. I could imagine it while I was writing and it looked awesome! Remember it though; it plays an important part later on a bit

Haha, the note you'll find out now and her father, NOT YET!

yesum, they do, here's a link. And her mother, well, read on!

Yep, they are!

I'm holding on to the secret of her father for longer that the secret of her mother!

Secret stared at them.
'What?' she asked.
'Those earrings were what your father brought your mother, when they were 16.' said McGongall. 'I remember the day well.'
Snape was staring at them, a mixture of shock and anger on his face.
'How, how could he!' he spat. '10 years and he just sends her a parcel out of the blue? With Samantha's earrings?'
'Samantha?' asked Ron.
'Samantha Nickel. My mother.' said Secret quietly. 'Beater and Quidditch captain from her fifth year right all the way until her seventh.'
'10 years and he's not even bothered to even try and contact her! And he thinks sending her a pair of earrings will make it all okay!'
‘Severus, calm yourself!’ said McGonagall sharply.
‘No! I will not! If he thinks…’
‘Daddy, stop please!’
Secret had leapt out her seat and rushed over to Snape, and clutched the front of his robes. Snape breathed heavily.
‘Okay.’ He said.
‘Mr Potter and Mr Weasley, you may leave.’
The two boys scampered, followed by McGonagall. The two were left in the room.
‘You’re my daddy. Not him, you.’ Said Secret. ‘You raised me since I was no more than a baby. Please, it’s Christmas, don’t let this ruin it.’
Snape looked at her, and then hugged the girl tight.
‘Right. I won’t let this ruin this day.’

In her life, Secret had never known such a Christmas feast. Loads of food, and wizard crackers all along the table. She pulled one with George and the thing set off mini fireworks, and several live white mice. She got a Wizarding Chess set. After lunch, Snape caught her.
‘Okay, what did I do?’ she said.
‘Nothing. Come with me.’ He replied, grinning.
She followed him down to his office, and when he opened his door, she was amazed.
‘Oh my god, you lit the fire!’
He gave a laugh, and sat down on the sofa that Secret was rather sure hadn’t been there yesterday. She sat next to him, and he held her close.
‘So, how has your year been so far?’ he asked.
She was thought for a moment, trying to select the right word.
‘Interesting.’ She said.
‘You took your time thinking that.’ Said Snape.
‘Trying to find one word to sum it all up isn’t that easy Daddy.’ She said, looking up at him. ‘I’ve had mountain troll battles, receiving my mum’s earrings, actually coming here… you try and come up with a better word.’
‘I could, but I would fail miserably.’ He replied.
He just sat there with her until dinner, when after eating, she was caught up by the twins and aided them in nicking Percy’s prefect badge and being chased round the tower by him.

‘Secret!’
‘What is it?’ she mumbled.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa and was being rather rudely awakened by Harry.
‘Fancy coming for a walk round the castle?’ he said, holding a cloak up.
She grinned and slipped under it with him, and they headed to the library.
‘So, Nicholas Flamel?’ she whispered.
‘Yep.’ Said Harry, taking a heavy book down, covered in green velvet.
He opened it and the book screamed at him. He dropped the lamp, which made a loud crash. He stuffed it shut, forced it back on the shelf and Secret flew under the cloak so they could flee the library. They emerged out the door, ducking under Filch’s arm, and stoped as they saw Mrs Norris.
‘Can I kick her?’ Secret said so softly she barley heard herself.
Harry shook his head, and they edged round the cat, only to go round a corner and find Snape and Quirrell.
‘S-Severus..’ Quirrell stammered.
‘You don’t want me as your enemy…’ growled Snape.
‘What- do you mean?’
‘You know perfectly well what I mean!
Something obviously caught Snape’s attention, as he turned to face them. He slowly reached out, and they managed to step back just in time, as Snape’s hand closed on thin air.
‘You an I will have another little chat soon, when you’ve had time to decide, where your loyalties lie.’ He sneered.
It was at this point Filch came round the corner, holding Harry and Secret’s broken lamp.
‘Oh.’ He said, stopping at the sight. ‘Professors, I found this, in the restricted section. It’s still hot. That means, there’s students out of bed.’
They paused, before all rushing off. Harry and Secret, once they had gone, opened the door behind them and slipped in. They pulled the cloak off.
‘That was bloody scary.’ Secret whispered.
It was then they noticed a large mirror. Harry walked towards it, Secret a little more hesitant. He stopped and stared. He looked back. He looked back the mirror.
‘Mum?’ he whispered. ‘Dad?’
Secret looked at him.
‘Harry?’
He turned.
‘I can see my parents.’ He whispered.
Secrets heart leapt. That meant this mirror was what she thought it was. She gently pushed Harry out the way, and looked it in. She was older, an adult. She wore a long sweeping cloak, and held a trophy. Her father was there. She realised, she was Potion’s Master, here, at Hogwarts. Her trophy was a potion’s one. Her father was looking at her, with great pride.
‘What can you see?’ Harry asked.
‘I’m Potions Master. I’m a great potioneer. My father, Snape, he’s… proud of me.’ She whispered, tears springing to her eyes.
She moved, and found if she positioned herself correctly, both her and Harry could see into the mirror.

Two nights later, Harry was sitting in front of the mirror, Secret behind, so they could both see in at the same time.
‘Back again, you two?’
Her blood froze and they spun to see Professor Dumbledore.
He walked towards them, but Secret’s gaze was caught by her father’s proud expression, and she stared hungrily once more at it, not paying attention, her attention caught once more as she heard her name and a hand rested on her shoulder.
‘You Miss Snape, who has always stood to please your father, see’s yourself standing there, him proud of you.’
She sighed, knowing he was correct.

‘Daddy, are you, proud of me?’
‘Whatever would make you ask that?’ replied Snape.
It was a snowy afternoon, and Secret was helping his sort his personal store cupboard out. She mulled over telling him the truth as she watched snowflakes float past the window. She was spending some time with him, a rare opportunity.
‘Because, I found a mirror…’ she began, deciding to tell him pieces.
She explained – and made up – about finding the mirror, and what she had seen. Once she had finished, he was silent, his black eyes boring into her grey ones. She worked out what he was trying to do, and immediately attempted to but the mental blocks up, but she was too late.
‘Secret…’ he began slowly.
‘I know, I should have been out at that time…’ she muttered.
‘You shouldn’t see that in the mirror. Why? Because I don’t care what you do with your life. You are my daughter and I will always be proud of you. Just, don’t go over to the dark side please.’
‘Why not? They have cookies.’ She said, grinning.
Snape gave a chuckle, and returned to his ingredients.

wow that was long I loved it!!
Cant wait to read more,
the chapter was really great, cute little daddy moment
PAMS!

You're welcome! And thanks!



‘Okay, so we were thinking, about making some things.’
‘Like what?’ asked Secret, looking up from her Kerrang! magazine at George.
She had a muggle friend, called Lucy, who subscribed to it for Secret, and she would send the copy onto Secret via her owl.
‘A range of sweets.’ said Fred, collapsing next to her on the sofa by the fire. ‘To make you ill. Not seriously ill, but just enough to get you out of class.’
It was a blistering morning, with rain furiously attacking the window pains.
‘Okay...’ said Secret, motioning for him to continue.
‘So far, for a start, we had Fever Fudge, Nosebleed Nougat, and Fainting Fancies.’ said George. ‘You have any other ideas?’
‘Puking Pastilles?’ Secret suggested.
‘Hey, that’s a great idea!’ said Fred.
George elbowed him.
‘What? It is!’
Secret grinned.
‘Shall we start?’ asked George, standing up.
‘But, break is almost over, and where would we practice?’ asked Secret.
‘You’ve got History of Magic next. I highly doubt Binn’s is going to notice you’re missing.’ said Fred. ‘And we should have Divination, but we gave that up.’
‘And as for where to practice, there’s a disused bathroom on the seventh floor.’ said George.

Soon, they were mixing things in a cauldron, over a small bluebell fire Secret had conjured.
‘You actually have any idea what we’re doing?’ asked Secret, peering in and noting down how many measures of standard ingredient they had just mixed in.
‘We have a vague idea.’ said George, adding some salamander blood.
Secret scribbled it down as the mixture hissed, and then seemed to evaporate, leaving some odd, orange and purple ended sweets, sitting on the base of their cauldron. Fred scooped them into a bag, and took one out, and they examined it.
‘Who want’s to test it?’ he asked.
‘I will.’ said Secret.
The twins looked at her.
‘Are you sure?’ asked Fred, looking worried. ‘I don’t want you getting hurt...’
‘I’ll be fine.’ she said. ‘I’ve got Quirrell next, so no big deal what ever happens.’
She walked out and the bell went as she lined up outside DADA. Quirrell gave her his usual stare as she passed, but she was learning to ignore it. She took her place, feeling Quirrell’s eyes on her as he took the register. After, he went to the front, and began to teach, in his usual stutter. A few sniggered, and Secret pretended to cough, so she could sneak the sweet to her mouth undetected. She slipped the orange end in, and began to chew. Instantly, black dots began to appear and she felt herself loose control of her body as she fell off her bench, and hit the ground, blackness taking her in its embrace.

When she came, two redheads were peering at her.
‘Looks like we made Fainting Fancies.’ said Fred.
‘Yep.’ she said, sitting up in her bed. ‘How long have I been out?’
‘Most of the day. We only just finished last lesson so we could come here. Turns out the purple end reverses the effects.’ said George.
She grinned happily at the two, which soon vanished as Snape came striding up the ward.
‘Oh flying saucers.’ she whispered.
He reached the two.
‘Hello!’ she said cheerfully.
Snape raised an eyebrow at the twins.
‘Back to your common rooms.’ he said.
They scampered pretty quickly, and Snape sat on the end of Secret’s bed.
‘How you feeling?’ he asked.
‘Fine, fine.’ she replied, her attention on a small bird that was hopping outside her window.
Snape looked at her.
‘I have a sneaking suspicion, bur you didn’t faint on purpose did you?’ he asked.
‘What ever gave you that impression?’ replied Secret.
‘The appearance of a certain set of twins.’ pointed out Snape.
‘I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.’ said Secret innocently.

Soon enough, they were back in the bathroom.
‘So, that’s Fainting Fancies.’ said George, as they got to work on a new idea.
‘Yep.’ said Secret, cautiously looking over and dropping some pomegranate juice in the cauldron. ‘I’m trying to make-‘
There was a small crack and the mixture blew up in Secret’s face.
‘Note to self, don’t use pomegranate juice in Puking Pastilles.’ she said, wiping the soot off her face as the twins roared with laughter.
‘What’s going on here?’
Percy looked in, obviously attracted by the small explosion and laughter.
‘What are you two up to?’ he shouted. ‘And how does it involve a first-year? If I have to write home to Mother...’
‘Calm Percy. I was merely showing them how to make the potion for their exams.’ cut in Secret quickly.
The twins looked at her, but Percy seemed satisfied, and he left again.
‘Nosy Parker.’ said Secret cheerfully, throwing some holly berries into the frothing mixture.

Haha i love their friendship
PAMS
~Sam~

Hey sorry I haven't commented, I have been super super busy with school and all. Being a junior sometimes really sucks.
These have been fantastic! I love the name of her mom!
Snape is being so cute (never thought I'd say that ) and nice to Secret.
Loved!
Rachel